• This is to the boy that went to the heart,
    For he skipped the skin,
    And now he dwells there.

    This is to the way he speaks to me,
    With such care and ease,
    And it leaves me sleepless and bitter.

    This is to the distance we keep,
    knowing that I can't have him,
    Which makes me want him even more.

    This is to the guilt he puts on,
    Whenever I look at another person,
    Even though I blame me not him

    This is to the nights that I wasted,
    Contemplating the situation,
    Any ear was borrowed.

    This is to the compliments we share,
    A constant flirtatious joke,
    Half serious though,

    This is to the space I used,
    Just to please him,
    His music is now mine.

    And lastly, the worst of all,
    The way he slipped into my brain,
    And has taken over all of my thoughts.

    A Toast to the long-distance-boy-I-never-had.